Nyx has scorned me.
Hypnos will not be summoned
but during daylight hours.
The night surrounds but does not enfold me,
leaving me restless and without peace.
My tired mind slips to less welcome
sons of the night.
In daylight I waver, weakened and pale,
missing the sweet touch on Diane’s silver
and longing for the love of the night.
Spitfire Words 